Quotes About Deception

There are ways of Deceiving the Eyes, as well as of Blinding them; so that the Cause of the Innocent must be remitted at last to that Great and Final Decision, where there is no longer any Place for Passion, Partiality, Corruption, or Error. But as to the Business of This World, when the Cocks and the Lambs lie at the Mercy of the Cats and Wolves, they must never expect better Quarter; especially where the Hearts Blood of the One, is the Nourishment and Entertainment of the Other.

From the perspective of a narcissist, a person who claims to love them is a fraud, a liar, or blind.

Nihilismul începe acolo unde unde înceteaz? voin?a de a se în?ela pe sine însu?i. Dar, f?r? aceast? voin??, nu am avea nici be?ia, nici arta, nici iubirea.

The surfaces fool us.

Besides, there's nothing like the truth to make a convincing lie.

Šiaip ar taip, ? nevilt? nepuoliau. Ir dabar jai nepasiduodu. Tik apsimetu. Sunkiausias dalykas gyvenime man visada buvo m?ginimas visiškai nusivilti. Nieko nepadarysi. Manyje visada yra kažkas, kas nesiliauja šypsoj?sis.

It wasn't true, the evidence was faked, but the odd thing is that, whether it s true or not, the consequences are the same: one large group of human beings or another turned out to be triple-distilled sons-of-bitches, which proves that we all have it in us. Whether the Communists staged a diabolical lie or the Americans sowed plague in China, the one thing that matters is that, as a man, you're in the gutter, Colonel Babcock.

rien n'est blanc ou noir et que le blanc, c'est souvent le noir qui se cache et le noir, c'est parfois le blanc qui s'est fait avoir.

Maybe the Nazis told the truth about us. Maybe the Nazis were the truth. We shouldn't forget the truth. The rest, just beautiful tiful lies about ourselves. Perhaps do — to sing another beautiful lie.

Remember - when you came back from the states thirty years ago, and you had caught on to the importance of putting up a good front, and keeping it up at all costs. Yes, and you make a bundle of those wrapping papers of yours! And now you yourself are nothing but wrapping paper. With nothing inside.

And you can't judge men by what they when they take off their pants. For their really filthy tricks they dress up--they even put on uniforms, flags and decorations.

There must be a trick behind it, a dishonest trick, something crooked, something political, something they can understand. They're so used to sniffing at their own behinds that when someone wants to get a breath of fresh air, to turn at last to something different and more important, and threatened, something that's got to be saved at all costs, it's quite beyond them.

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

Analogies are like lies.

As for me, I'll do what I do best. I'll lie, cheat, steal, and survive!

of the horses tethered to the hitching rack was real, the other a fairly believable robot sim. "You can tell when they crap," said a bearded old-timer who was leaning next to the saloon's louvered swinging doors. "Which is real, you mean?" "Yup." He winked at Zack, returned his attention to rolling a cigarette. "See, you can fake a horse pretty easy. But faking horseshit is a real challenge. Somewheres in there is maybe a moral.

I've since deduced that it's always a trap when you don't get to eat until after you hear the talk.

wandered by like death in blue jeans, offering sex

And yet he thought incense was made from the bones of saints, that leather continued to grow if not dyed, that if he concentrated hard enough his body's electrical currents could stun lake frogs as he bathed.

He was a faulty judge of character, a prevaricator, a child at heart. He went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch.

Jesse sat low in the chair with his boots kicked out, drew off the soft red cap by its cotton ball, then reached out and snuggled Tim close to his chest. He said, "Let me tell you a secret, son: there's always a mean old wolf in Grandma's bed, and a worm inside the apple. There's always a daddy inside the Santa suit. It's a world of trickery.

You have to learn to look at someone you truly adore through eyes that really aren´t your own. It´s as if a person has to become another person altogether to be able to take a hard look. Good people protect people they love, even if that means pretending that everything is okay.

Truth is treason in the empire of lies.

And yet even among the friends of liberty, many people are deceived into believing that government can make them safe from all harm, provide fairly distributed economic security, and improve individual moral behavior. If the government is granted a monopoly on the use of force to achieve these goals, history shows that power is always abused. Every single time.